There was no getting through to Wesley. Nadeline could sit there and argue her point and reiterate that what he did was wrong, but he wasn't budging and quite frankly neither was she. She threw her arms up in the air, and promptly marched out. More like stomped, really; the heels of her boots clacked loudly against the ground, threatening to break either the shoe or the ground beneath her. She didn't care where she went, all she knew was that she could not stand to even breathe the same air as Wesley right now. The princess marched right out of the hideout and didn't bother explaining herself or saying anything to anyone as she left. She wanted to hit something--someone. Without thinking, she would go to the White Cap Wench's Bar. She needed a damn drink.